Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.